The maidservant was so frightened that she didn't dare to raise her head, and her whole body was so stiff that she didn't dare to move.
She thought she had said the wrong thing.
Your Excellency and Princess Mingyi have always been at odds with each other, and they are so disgusted that they have never even met.
The princess disliked the Lord very much. She summoned him several times and called people to the palace. She waited for a few hours and then sent the eunuch to say lightly that the princess was busy and the Lord would come back another day.
"I made a mistake. I may have misunderstood. Please forgive me."
Under the shaky golden light, his pale skin made him look even colder. His cold eyes were sharper than ever before. He took out the handkerchief and asked, "Whose handkerchief do you think this is?"
The maid took a deep breath. The pressure on her chest was so heavy that she could not speak. She opened her mouth, not daring to repeat it or lie.
So, the maid whispered: "Princess Ming...Mingyi."
He stumbled, not daring to make too loud a sound.
The man clenched his fingers tightly, his joints turned white inch by inch, and his face was stern, "You read that right?"
"If you dare to talk nonsense..."
The maid knelt down and kowtowed, and hurriedly explained: "I don't dare to talk nonsense. I used to be a maid on duty in the Queen's Palace. Last year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Queen gave me to you."
"My slave remembers clearly that only Her Royal Highness the Princess's handkerchief is double-sided embroidered."
The embroidery work is exquisite and the patterns are rare.
Her Royal Highness the Princess loves to use these exquisite and rare gadgets.
The atmosphere was cold.
There was silence for a long time.
The maidservant who was kneeling on the ground buried her head and did not dare to raise her head. After a long time, she did not hear any sound.
Waiting carefully raised his head and took a look.
The adult's face seemed a little broken. He squeezed the handkerchief tightly and seemed to be a little unsteady on his feet.
The man's voice was hoarse, "Go to the palace."
"Call Zhao Ji back."
Every word is very stiff.
"Go quickly!" the man suddenly said angrily. The maids and servants around him were so frightened that they immediately went to the palace to look for someone.
The man seemed to be a little desperate and closed his eyes. Princess Mingyi...how could it be Princess Mingyi...
He had dealt with her several times but had never met her in person.
They hate each other, so it would be easier not to meet each other.
In the eyes of the cold regent, Princess Mingyi is an arrogant and a bit stupid person.
She always liked to play tricks on him and wanted to kill him, but she couldn't.
I couldn't find anything wrong with him, I couldn't find anything to do with him, and I had no way to do anything to him openly. In the end, I came up with the stupid method of finding someone to assassinate him.
He never thought that the person he was looking for would have something to do with Princess Mingyi.
He didn't take her little tricks seriously, he just didn't bother to waste more time with her.
The man was holding on to the doorpost, the color on his face fading away inch by inch. The sunlight passed over the man's snow-white profile, and his taut jawline was cold and stiff. He recalled that he and Princess Mingyi had not met each other before.
Spring siege half a year ago.
As soon as he stepped into the hunting ground, the sound of a horse's hooves gradually came closer from a distance, and the rustling figure could be seen in the distance. The girl was sitting on the horse, waving a long whip, and the wind lifted her long black hair high, her face Wearing a veil, she was like a gust of wind passing by him. She didn't seem to see him from the beginning to the end, but she seemed to have deliberately slapped him on his side.
That back view.
It should have been blurry.
Now that I think about it, it’s very clear.
Mingyi...Mingyi...
I don’t know how much time passed, but the entourage who ran away and killed a horse came back and reported: "My lord, General Manager Zhao asked his subordinates to come and recover. The serious trouble in the palace has been eliminated. Sir, you don’t need to worry about this trivial matter anymore."
The surroundings were deathly silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The snow and wind in the sky seemed to be a scarlet color in his eyes, and a fishy sweetness surged in his throat. He swallowed it silently and pursed the scarlet corners of his lips.
In the dream, Zhou Ji was no longer the person watching indifferently. He seemed to be trapped in the man's body, and he could clearly feel his calm emotions that gradually surged and finally returned to death.
It's like boiling water with no taste, which is boiling hot and then gradually cools down.
My chest was so tight that even breathing became difficult. I bent down slightly in pain, but it seemed that I could no longer straighten up.
Mingyi...Mingyi...
Two words swirled on his lips, but he couldn't make a sound.
When Zhou Ji woke up, her complexion was not very good, and her face was pale. She had just woken up but was not soft at all. The person in the mirror looked sharp, with cold eyes and an expressionless face.
He also wanted to know what was going on.
Sometimes he felt that he was the taciturn man in his dream.
Sometimes he felt that he would not be like this.
Subconsciously he didn't want to admit it.
After coming back to her senses, Zhou Ji's gaze rested quietly on her soft little face, and now he was able to confirm her identity even more.
The story of ghosts, monsters, and gods may sound unbelievable, but it’s not that hard to accept.
No matter who she was, once she was bitten by him, there was no way she could escape. Even the gods can't take her away.
Zhou Ji suddenly spoke: "This name sounds very nice."
It seems like an ordinary compliment.
Nothing meaningful.
Jiang Yue tensed her back and felt a little uncomfortable all over. Suddenly, she suddenly thought of the scene she had seen.
Zhou Fuwei stood in front of her tombstone and said lightly - "Mingyi is a very nice word, and it complements you."
Jiang Yue's scalp suddenly felt numb. Are there really such coincidences in this world?
She raised her face and looked at Zhou Ji with blank eyes. The man lowered his eyebrows and looked calm. His emotions were tightly hidden by him, making it difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.
He asked: "What's wrong?"
Jiang Yue's tone was stiff: "Nothing."
In the car on the way back, Jiang Yue rarely dozed off, her mind kept wandering with random thoughts.
I originally planned to pretend to be deaf and not ask anything.
She changed her mind: "Why do you call me Mingyi?"
Zhou Ji sat upright next to him, folding his hands and lazily resting them on his legs. He kept talking nonchalantly: "I saw it in your book, and I thought it was your nickname. I thought it sounded good, so I called it it."
Zhou Ji's acting skills are superb, and she really pretends to be like that, and it doesn't look like she's lying at all.
The man's eyes were dark and see-through. He asked calmly, "Isn't it? Then I will pay attention to it in the future."
Jiang Yue only believed half of what he said, but her solemn expression did soften a bit.
"It's my nickname. Only my parents can call it, but you can't."
After a brief silence, the man whispered: "Okay."
Zhou Ji withdrew her gaze and looked forward absentmindedly. The dark sky seemed to gradually coincide with the tablet - Azuma Mingyi.
Did she know that she... died at the age of sixteen?
